She wakes up everyday
on the right side of
the bed, facing east
Throughout the day
she sways to the motion
of the clock
Her grace fades
along with the
graying skies
The night is her pain
she is neglected,
forgotten
No one understands
her diurnal motion
but the sun
Author notes
I miss the Sun. Sighs.
A contest entry
- astronomical desires by exithere.
400 points, ended June 18, 2008, 13 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I love this for three reasons. First, it didn't strain my eyes reading this. Second, I'm moved beyond doubt. Third, it's simply a beautiful write. Keep on penning.
- Dray
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Amazing piece. The body of the piece speaks perfectly with the title.
Bookmarked!
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Absolutely a beautiful write
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i like the way you use Sunflower to reflect one's "day" life...who would have thought Sunflower would be a nice metaphor
i guess you must really have to love flowers for you to appreciate it
and diurnal wow
may natutunan ako hehe
Anna Lee
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Great use of the word "diurnal", funny how these words can invoke so much, even so unused. I like the transitional nature of this poem, especially the beginning, where it leads into the second stanza. You end it on "facing east", which was a good choice. It is insightful, yet, mysterious. I love clock imagery.
Good stuff.
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Simply beautiful and touching.
I love the imagery in this piece
and how you described each moment.
Lovely work my friend and thanks
for sharing it here!
Jeremy0826 -
The melancholy of this poem is touching. We are compelled to relate our daily lives to the routine of the flower. If we take no initiative, we wake and move with the light because it is our nature to do so, not because we have a purpose for the day.
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Mmmm I like this.
I love those giant tall sunflowers, which I forget the proper name of.
Simple, tranquil and delightful to read.
Sol
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nice to read you-
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Walk always towards the light and let the shadows fall behind. The sunflower does exactly that without any advice from us. Wonderful.
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Wow.
I swear I could see everything happening before my eyes. Loved it, and I definitely loved reading it.
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Very nice write. Good metaphor.
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A soft and gentle flow here which sweeps along time’s lanes, sweet tender sorrowful language used and I like the use of the word diurnal, I do not see that used so much in poetry, so that is definitely a plus to the poem.
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